X dropped to the ground, retching all of his wings, and hid the two each set of eyes he had previously been open. One could almost mistaken him for human if you just looked at him and you wasn't paying attention to his eyes. "I guess if I am going to hold you captive, I might as well tell you a story, for some stupid reason, other races tend to like the story of a Cherubim. Well, how do I put this, I guess I wasn't always this bad. I started out just as a bit of a prankster. But all the other Cherubim would do is call me abnormal and occasionally try to give me various forms of therapy, which ranged from talking to your feelings to locking you in a cave with only a candle and some paints and your expected to clear your head and make a master piece. I drew our leader, dead and bloody. I was never a good artist, but I think they got the idea. But, they never really did anything until I learned how to X, which yes, is partly where my nickname comes from, a Cherubim true name should be kept secret. Or else, another Cherubim could go around and do what I did and cause lots of havoc. I could tell you how I learned to X, but I think that should be saved for another time."